One of my father’s favorite dive trips was with my uncle in Bonaire about 30 years ago. Since then, they’ve been on a logbook’s worth of dives, but they still reminisce about the easy diving, healthy reefs, pink-sand beaches, cold Amstel Lights and, of course, my uncle in his neon Speedo. (It was the ’80s.)
Now it was my turn. All I needed was a pickup truck, some tanks and my trusty road map that also played the part as my dive site plan. I even had the token Amstel Light to end the trip in style.
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